Whistle Stop To Welcome (#812)

My route took me up along the west side of Lake Michigan thru Chicago…and the many suburbs of Chicago. Note to self. “ Avoid driving anywhere near that city ever again ”

Many of the cars drive like they are trying to avoid a sniper…weaving in and out of lanes…cutting in front of cars with seemingly no concern for anyone’s safety including their own.

I drove with my hazard lights flashing as a measure of safety while using a calming mantra. About two hours later, the city and its high anxiety level were in my rear view mirror. I visualized a glass of Port at the end of the day’s drive. Ahhh…..

Generally, I am not a fan of staying at RV parks that cater to seasonal or year-long residents. They are not amenable to the overnight RVer.

But this time I had no choice. On the second day of my journey after 340 miles, I stayed at Sky High RV in Portage, Wisconsin which sat atop a big hill. (Wisconsin is not known for having any proper mountains).

A cold front was moving into the area with a variety of white precip. I was very happy to have a safe retreat for the evening.

Dawn smiled thru fog and snow but no black ice so back on the road I went. By this time it was Thursday, April 7th with a day’s drive of just 290 miles to the very pleasant town of Welcome, Minnesota.

So pleasant that I stayed for 3 days at the (what else?) Welcome Campground owned and run by a very hands-on and attentive couple. From the photo, one can see I had the whole place to myself.

I enjoyed exploring and hiking in the nearby town of Fairmont. Along the river, I found a commemorative tribute to the Hobo Camp frequented by thousands of people, mostly men, who “road the rails” in search of work, a meal, a place to sleep for the night.

In Minnesota, I was at the halfway mark on my road trip and had already met some friendly, kind people who made me feel like I was just a neighbor from down the road who’d stopped by for a cuppa.

It is no small wonder that I love this life!

Love, annie

About TinCanTraveler

Born under a wand'rin' star.... living in my Winnebago, traveling the country, explorer/adventurer, photographer, writer, chi master, massage therapist, retired teacher/counselor, work camper. Appreciation for the freedom to do it all. Enjoying life's ultimate lessons of trust, respect, and grace.
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2 Responses to Whistle Stop To Welcome (#812)

  1. Sher says:

    I know I would never have a desire to go to Chicago, glad you made it through unharmed. Love the hobo camp – interesting.

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